Cinderella (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
I The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: There is a rose that's ready; And which of the ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's ...
I Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of ...
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;Tom and Jerry, ...
"King and Queen of the Pelicans we;No other Birds so grand we see!None but we have feet like fins!With lovely ...
" Well ! "" Here we are ! "" You call to mind the clown who used to speak, His ...
In the great green park with the wooden palings -The wooden palings so hard to climb,There are fern and foxglove, ...
My Aunt Evangeline has come To visit Melbourne town,Garbed for its Glad Centenary In frill and festal gown.And Aunties says ...
Don't mind being broke at all,When I can say that what I hadWas spent for toys for kiddies smallAnd that ...
THE little old-fashioned church, with the pews that were straight-backed and plain,Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the ...
Upon a snowy bed I lie, Too placid to complain,And watch the mad world rushing by Beyond my window-pane,The traffic ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
While Asters -- On the Hill -- Their Everlasting fashions -- set -- And Covenant Gentians -- Frill! (Emily Dickinson)
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
His Bill an Auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost ...
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, For me, the ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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